Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
and a fine morning it is, too
Perky Lucy turned to me this morning, as I was getting out of bed and putting my slippers on, and asked, "Why are me and you and your big old butt friends? Why???"